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Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 981 Guinevere was stunned. That was not what she wanted.

Guinevere just wanted to ruinStella’s image and let people think of her as a mean stepmother.

She did not really want to spend time with Zachary.

“Grandpa…” “It’s settled then.” Warren waved his hand and interrupted, “You seem eerily nervous about Zack.

Indeed, you two haven’t been together for a long time.

I never thought about of your feelings for him.

You now have the opportunity to get along with him.

Today, I shall leave Zack in your care.

I won’t allow anyone to disturb your quality time with your child.”

Guinevere’s eyes flickered, and she glanced at Weston.

She wanted to take care of Zachary with Weston, not alone, not to mention she didn’twant Zachary to get along with Stella.

In fact, she had little patience for the child.

However, since Warren had said so, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree.

“Thanks, Grandpa.” Guinevere squatted down and said to Zachary with a big smile, “Come to Mommy!” Zachary immediately hid behind Stella and shook his head repeatedly.

A cold glint flashed in Guinevere’s eyes.

She intensified her voice.

“I’m Mommy.

Come to me! Why aren’t you listening?” Stella had to pull Zachary out and rub his little face.

“Go on.

I’ll take you with me next time.” Stella and Zachary had just come from the garden in the backyard.

Zachary was still thinking about the macarons.

He had only tried a little when Guinevere took it away from him.

Zachary looked unhappy and disappointed.

Stella watched as Guinevere took him away.

She waved at him.

“Bye.” Guinevere glanced back at her with a cool look, but she could not make it too obvious in public.

As Zachary’s biological mother, her repulsion to Stella was unsurprising .

However, being too hostile would be uncharacteristic of her.

Hence, Guinevere steadied herself, took Zachary’s hand, and walked away.

The farce was finally over.

Stella breathed out a sigh of relief.

When she turned around, she met Weston’s deep eyes.

Weston did not say anything.

Instead, he fixed his gaze on her and tucked her hair behind her ear.

“I thought you said you didn’t like children? You both seem to be getting along.” Stella tugged the corners ofher mouth.

“How can you call that getting along well? His real mother took him away with such vengeance.” “She’s just overreacting and making a fuss out of it.” Weston comforted her,”Mom usually gives him some snacks too, so don’t worry about it.” Stella shook her head.

“Guinevere doesn’t want to see Zachary on good terms with me.

No matter what I do, she’ll find an excuse to pick on me.” Weston knew that all too well.

Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 982 Stella shook her head. “Not really.” Weston kissed her on the ear. “If you’re tired,go up and rest.” “Okay.” Stella massaged her shoulder.

“There’s a birthday party in the evening.

Don’t oversleep,” he whispered.

“I know.

Will there be lots of people?” “Of course.” Weston looked at her. “Scared?”

“A little,” Stella confessed.

“I haven’t seen this many people in a long time.” When she finished, Weston said nothing butlooked at her with eyes that were as deep as an endless starry sky.

No one could read his mind unless he expressed himself.

He vaguely understood the ambiguity of what she had just said.

She sounded like she was implying that Weston had forced her to be at home all this time, which was why she had not seen many people!

Stella couldclearly tell that Weston did not like to hear any complaints from her in this regard.

Thus, with that in mind, she tickled his palm and tried to please him.

“I don’t really want to deal with so many people, so I feel better at home.” Weston’s expression clearly softened a lot after she said that.

“Endure it a little longer,” he coaxed warmly.

She sounded like she was implying that Weston had forced her to be at home all this time, which was why she had not seen many people!

Stella couldclearly tell that Weston did not like to hear any complaints from her in this regard.

Thus, with that in mind, she tickled his palm and tried to please him.

“I don’t really want to deal with so many people, so I feel better at home.” Weston’s expression clearly softened a lot after she said that.

“Endure it a little longer,” he coaxed warmly.

“It’ll only be a few more days.

I’ll take you home soon.” Stella nodded and leaned in his arms.

Weston couldn’t see it, but the smile on her face slowly faded until she was expressionlessagain.

Weston appeared to be the same stoic man during this time, but Stella could see that he was only thisstable when she stayed obedient and let him keep her around.

As soon as she showed the slightest sign of not wanting to be locked up at home, Weston’s mood would change like the sea before a storm.

Weston seemed ill too.

Two mentally ill people being so close to each other…

she could only wonder if they were healing or dragging each other down.

Guinevere took Zachary with her, but not before Warren gave her a few words of advice.

“You’re the one who asked for Zack.

He’ll be staying with you for the next few days.” Zachary seemed reluctant and held out his arms to Warren.

“Hug!” Warren smiled.

“What a child.

Why are you so timid?” Warren hugged Zachary for a short while before handing him to Guinevere again.

“You’re his biological mother.

I’m more comfortable with him being with you, and I know you don’t want him tobe with Stella…” Warren paused for a moment.

“You heard what Wendy just said.

Stella is Mrs.

Ford now.

It’s only natural that she develops a bond with Zack.

However, you’re Zack’s biological mother.

We can’t stop you from seeing him, but whether or not you can make Zach stay will depend on your ability.”

Guinevere understood completelyand nodded.

“I know, Grandpa.” After that, she left with a reluctant Zachary.

Warren had a lot of things to deal with and could not keep an eye on them.

Wendy was free, but she was not about to help Guinevere with her child.

Just a short while later, Zachary started throwing another tantrum.

“Grandma!” he shrieked.

He frowned and scrunched his face up.

“Come on.

We don’t want Grandma.

No Grandma! Mommy is here!” Zachary could understand some simple sentences but just could not say them.

When he heard the words no and grandma, he became so upset that he burst into a wail.

Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 983 Guinevere hurriedly covered the boy‘s mouth and demanded he stop crying. “Stop crying!

“Why are you so naughty?” Guinevere frowned.

Zack wailed and bawled and kicked and stomped, giving Guinevere no choice but to take him to the room upstairs. She didn‘t want to disturb the other guests, nor did she want them to catch her in an embarrassing situation.Just as she reached the top of the stairs, she saw Chris Ford approaching.

“Gwen!”

Chris had always been kind and gentle towards Guinevere, but now that he saw her holding hands with Zack, his heart grew even more affectionate for her.

“Zack!” Chris walked up to the little boy and teased,” Who‘s with you right now, Zack?”

Zack was pouting with a long face and ignored everybody. He seemed to be in a rotten mood.

“What‘s wrong?” Chris asked. “Who made you unhappy, Zack?”

“He‘s probably met too many people today,” replied

Guinevere, “and he‘s likely overwhelmed by it all.”

Hearing this, Chris glanced at Guinevere and sighed before asking her, “Weston brought Stella with him today. How are you feeling?”

“I‘m fine…” Guinevere blinked repeatedly. Her eyes suddenly stung as if verging on tears.

Her tearful and miserable face distressed Chris to no end.

“You don‘t have to act tough in front of me,” he quickly comforted.

“I thought I was ready to give it up and let go,” Guinevere whined, almost sobbing now after hearing what Chris said, “but I‘m not. I didn‘t expect it to hurt this much…”

“I know…” Chris was a little breathless when he saw her eyes reddening. “I completely understand…”

He reached out a hand in front of Zack, but a thought seemed to cross his mind, and he withdrew his hand. “Do you… love Weston that much?”

Guinevere chuckled bitterly. “Of course I do! Which woman wouldn‘t love a man from the Ford family?”

Her words sounded like they carried a hidden implication. Chris’s expression changed, and a forbidden emotion stirred in his heart. He reached out his hand again, fighting a strange, powerful urge to pull Guinevere into his arms.

Guinevere was already resting her head lightly on his shoulder.

“I‘m so tired…” she complained. “It hurts so much to see him with Stella Sealey, yet, I‘m forced to put on a smile and congratulate them…”

“Am I not good enough for him?” she choked between tears.

“Of course not!” Chris quickly denied. “It‘s Weston who‘s too stupid to appreciate you! A wonderful woman like you could get a man who treats you right with a snap!”

“But I don‘t want anyone else! I just want him!”

Guinevere stared at the man in front of her, her eyes looking a little dazed. She reached out a hand and said, “ Sometimes, I feel you both look so alike… When I‘m looking at you, it‘s almost as if I‘m looking at him…” Chris‘s countenance changed violently again. He felt the air getting knocked out of his lungs, as though he‘d just been hit by a truck. Just as his whole being was in complete turmoil, he heard a cold voice coming from behind him

“What are you two doing here?”

Chris jumped in shock. His body shook as he turned around to see Wendy appearing behind him.

“What are you doing here…?” he asked.

Wendy looked him up and down and sniggered, “What‘s wrong? Can‘t I be here? Did I interrupt you both?”

“Nonsense!” retorted Chris bluntly.

Guinevere straightened up her posture and moved away from Chris. She looked at Wendy awkwardly and said, ” Aunt Wendy…

Wendy said nothing. The atmosphere turned strained. Zack was the only one gleefully stretching out his chubby arms toward Wendy, shouting, “Granny!” The sight of the boy softened Wendy‘s expressions considerably , but when her gaze shifted towards Chris and Guinevere again, all those tense feelings returned. Seeing how sullen Wendy‘s face had become, Guinevere hurriedly added, “Since you‘re here, I better hand Zack over to you…”

Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 984 Guinevere originally intended to prevent Stella from getting closer to Zack by building a stronger bond with him. But if she were perfectly honest, she had to admit that she never nearly had the patience to deal with Zack herself.

Thus, the best solution was to let Wendy take Zack.

Hearing Guinevere‘s suggestion, Wendy frowned, looked at her derisively, and jeered, “Didn‘t you tell Father that you wanted to spend more time with Zack so you two could bond? So what happened? Don‘t you want to get closer to your son now that Stella is not here?”

Guinevere turned deathly pale. She hung her head low and said nothing, not knowing how to explain herself.

Seeing that, Chris turned to Wendy with some discontent and scolded, “Why do you keep embarrassing her like that? You‘re not young anymore, you know…”

He‘d been bringing up her age a lot lately.

“Fine!” Wendy glowered at him. “Just think of me as a nosy old woman! Just continue with whatever you were doing, and don‘t mind me!”

As she finished speaking, she turned on her heels and left.

Zack became anxious when he saw his granny ignoring

him. He stomped his legs and tried to follow Wendy, shouting, “Granny! Granny!”

Wendy, however, pretended not to hear him and quickened her pace. Chris then had no choice but to tell Guinevere, “You better take Zack out for a while…” “I know,” replied Guinevere. Then she shrewdly suggested, “You should go after Aunt Wendy now.”

Chris took a long and deep look at Guinevere but said nothing before turning around and chasing after Wendy.

In no time, Chris managed to catch up with Wendy in the back garden.

“Come on, Wendy. We‘re an old couple now. Why do you still get mad over the most trivial things?”

There was some helplessness in his tone, and he had deliberately put on a gentler and calmer demeanor for her.

But Wendy no longer fell for such acts. She coldly pulled her hand away and said, “Guinevere is still over there. Why don‘t you be with her?“|

“You speak as if…” Chris muttered before patiently coaxing his wife. “Even though Weston has completely broken off his relationship with Guinevere, she‘s still Zack‘s mother. Isn‘t it completely normal that I‘d care

for my grandson‘s mother? Why would you even be jealous of her?”

“She‘s still Zack‘s mother after all,” he added, “so from now on, stop taking Stella‘s side and embarrassing her…”

“Stella is my real daughter–in–law,” Wendy interrupted bluntly. “And she was my goddaughter before that. Why should I take anyone’s side but hers?”

“Well…” Chris smiled and added, “If they can get married, then they can get divorced. Having a child together, though, is not the same. Besides, you know how much Father likes Zack…”

“Oh yes,” Wendy blurted out, “his father certainly likes him very much.”

Wendy suddenly gave him a meaningful look.

Chris‘s heart skipped a beat when he saw her like that, fearing she had somehow seen through him from his expressions, but he quickly suppressed his suspicions. “If you have something to say, then spit it! If you don‘t like me getting so close to Guinevere , I‘ll keep my distance from her!”

He did indeed feel a little sympathy and affection for Guinevere. It was also true that every time he saw Zack, a barrage of complex feelings would surge in his heart.

But all these were merely regular instinctive reactions.

What concerned him the most, however, was the fact that

Weston was no longer with Guinevere, which meant she might regain her memories about the incident… 1

If that were to happen, everything he had now would collapse into ruins.

Chris had long grown past the age where feelings and passion meant everything. Although he often got tired of Wendy‘s antics, he knew very well that there was no way he could leave her.

The corners of Wendy‘s lips twitched, and she smiled thinly, neither approving nor disapproving of Chris‘ suggestion. But Chris knew she was still somewhat angry at him, so he added, “I‘ll take you downstairs to greet the guests later.”

“No,” she shook her head. “You go ahead. I‘m a little tired. I‘m going back to the room.”

“Why are you always tired these days?” asked Chris with concern. “Is your heart feeling alright?”

As age caught on, Wendy was diagnosed with heart disease. It was the main reason why Chris was adamant about not letting Weston reveal the truth to Wendy after the incident, lest it might be too much of a shock for her to handle.

But as time passed, the concern Chris had for her gradually waned.

Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 985 Things had come to a point where Chris completely neglected her health problems. For instance, the last time Wendy went for a medical checkup, he didn‘t even ask her any questions about it at all.

The realization made Chris feel a little guilty.

“I‘ve been busy lately,” he told Wendy, “so I didn‘t have much time to take care of you. I promise things will be different from now.”

“What exactly have you been busy doing?” Wendy sneered. “Weston has been in charge of the company all this time. In fact, I can‘t think of a time when you‘ve been busy lately!”

Chris was left flustered with his lies so mercilessly exposed.

“When did you become so mean?!” he snapped. The fact that he could never be as talented as Weston had always been his sore spot, and Wendy had so bluntly set it on fire.

“I was only concerned about your health,” he said, still feeling a little humiliated , “yet here you are, always so eager to put me down!”.

“Why don‘t you just go back to Guinevere and take care of

her?” Wendy scoffed in frustration , turning away from him.

“Why are you always so boorish?” countered Chris, his face turning cold.

“That‘s right,” replied Wendy, “I‘m boorish, I’m old, and I‘m always moody! Why don‘t you just go to a younger girl who will say sweet things to you all day?!”

After speaking, she turned around and left right away.

Chris was too angry to chase her, so he turned in the opposite direction and left.

Once again, they were fighting.

Chris intended to make up to her, but for some unknown reason, he felt she held some resentment toward him. He had asked her about it, but she wouldn‘t say anything. So now, he was left all alone to entertain the guests, despite planning to do it as a couple.

Wendy didn‘t know where to go herself. Zack was with Guinevere , so she did not need her to take care of him. She watched the party in full swing, suddenly feeling like an outsider.

She heaved a long sigh. Aimlessly, she headed towards Stella‘s room and knocked on the door.

“Stella!” she called out. “Are you in there?”

A sharp noise came from inside the room. Wendy frowned  and waited.

After a long while, she finally heard Stella‘s voice saying, “Give me a minute! I‘ll be right there!”

Wendy stood there waiting a long time before Stella finally opened the door.

“Mom…” she uttered.

Wendy‘s brows knitted, sensing that something was wrong.

“What were you doing in there?” she asked.

“Nothing,” Stella shook her head. “I was just taking a nap. I had to put on some clothes, so it took me a while to open the door.”

She turned to make way for Wendy and offered, “Why don‘t you come in?”

Wendy did not refuse and went inside.

Stella and Weston stayed in a suite on the third floor of the massive Ford Mansion that was full of rooms. The suite was, in fact, the same room they had both used the last time they were there ameroon Weston was obsessed with cleanliness, and he didn‘t like to stay in rooms that others had stayed in before, which was why the suite had always been his.

Because the suite was so vast, it also came with its own balcony and living room.

As soon as she came in, the first thing Wendy noticed was the array of potted plants on the balcony. “Do you like those kinds of things?” she asked, a little surprised.

“Dr. Taylor gifted me a snowrose plant,” Stella explained with a smile. “I thought it looked so pretty that I started to get interested in potted plants.”

Wendy swept a glance at the plants, and her eyes honed in on one of them

“Isn‘t that..?“).

Stella furtively blocked Wendy‘s sight and interjected,” They‘re all bonsai. If you like, I can pick something easy to take care of and give it to you.”

Wendy‘s expressions turned complicated. After a while, she turned her gaze from the plants and stared at Stella.

She knew what oleander looked like. She also knew that oleanders were extremely poisonous. She was, however, unsure if Stella knew all of that too.

Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 986 Stella appeared calm and composed, but her back was soaked with cold sweat.

“Mom?” she asked while resolutely putting on a calm facade, perhaps because she was hiding something.” What‘s wrong?”

“Nothing…” answered Wendy with a shake of her head. Stella‘s voice brought her senses back.

Sure that Stella must‘ve not known about how poisonous the oleanders were, she tried to warn her.

“That plant over there…”

Crash!

Before she could finish, a loud noise coming from the window interrupted her.

The two women jumped in fright. They hurried to where the noise came from and saw a black figure crashing into the room from outside. The window had been broken in, and the floor was littered with shards of shattered glass “Careful!”

Stella‘s split–second response managed to stop Wendy from getting hit by the flying glass.

Wendy was so spooked that her face turned white as a

sheet. She stood motionless and stared at the figure lying on the floor. “What… What on earth is going on here…?” she asked in a daze.

There was a gaping hole in the windowpane that brought a biting chill into the room as a gust of wind blew in.

As soon as Stella regained her senses, she quickly called out for the bodyguards. “I think he‘s one of the workers outside,” she told Wendy, trying to calm her down. “He probably fell in accidentally.”

Stella noticed that the person wore a work uniform while holding a wrench, so she assumed he must be one of the maintenance workers.

“Are you okay?” she asked him.

The man moved slightly and groaned before answering.“ I‘m… I‘m so sorry…”

He slowly propped himself up, revealing his large plump face.

“I‘m here to repair the air conditioner,” he explained. “I was installing an overhead unit when I slipped and fell. I was only hanging on a steel wire, and I had no choice but to break the glass window and lunge in…

The man went on to apologize profusely. There were still bloodstains on his face from being cut by the glass. He picked up his peaked cap on the floor with shaking hands,

all the while apologizing.

Seeing this, Wendy frowned but finally calmed down. “That‘s enough…” she said, but before she could continue, she had to catch a breath when she felt a sharp pain in her heart.

Stella noticed that the man was swaying slightly as he stood, so she asked in a gentle voice, “Are you hurt?” “No, no…”

The man waved his hands, still looking terrified.

“I‘m fine…” he reassured her. “I really didn‘t mean to break in through the window like that. I‘m really sorry. I‘ll… I‘ll pay for the damages…

Stella walked to the window and glanced at the broken glass pieces before saying, “You were here for repairs. Accidents happen. Make sure you don‘t slip again, and be more careful. Nothing‘s more important than safety.”

“I—I’ll be more careful…”

The man did not expect Stella to treat him so kindly. He kept glancing at her several times, but he didn‘t dare to look at her directly.

With his head hung low and his eyes darting around frantically , the hands that he kept behind his back still trembled.

Wendy was already resting on the sofa as they waited for

the bodyguards to come and handle everything. Suddenly, her face turned terrifyingly pale. She grasped at Stella, who was beside her, and said, “Stella , get my medicine…”

Stella turned around and noticed Wendy‘s blanched face. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, and her breathing was short and unsteady, as if she was getting out of breath

“Mom, what‘s wrong?!”

“Quick… grab my medicine!”

Wendy breathed laboriously. Her face slowly turned from white to blue, and her lips trembled. She seemed to be in a lot of pain. At first, she was still holding onto Stella‘s arm tightly, but now her grip was loosening…

“Mom!” Stella was starting to panic. “Are you okay? Where is the medicine?!”

She guessed that Wendy was probably suffering from some underlying disease, so she began searching her body for the medicine.

Wendy pointed at the coffee table.

Stella instantly understood her meaning, so she rushed towards the coffee table and grabbed Wendy‘s bag. She reached inside and took out a white medicine bottle.

“How many do you need?” she asked.

She speedily obtained a glass of water and placed it near Wendy‘s mouth before feeding her the medicine as instructed.

Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 987 Just then, the bodyguards and the housekeeper rushed into the room

“What‘s the matter, Mrs. Ford?”

“What happened here?!”

The housekeeper had worked at the Ford Mansion for many years, and the second he saw Wendy collapse on the sofa, he hurriedly rushed over. “Madam! Did you have another heart attack?”

This revelation surprised Stella. She asked Wendy, “So you have… heart disease?”

Wendy nodded. By now, she had calmed down significantly.

“I‘ve had it for many years now,” she explained.

She then turned to the housekeeper. “Don‘t worry, I‘m fine. Stella has given me my medicine.”

“Thank goodness…” The housekeeper breathed a sigh of relief. His gaze turned towards the stranger in the room, then frowned and asked sternly, “What’s going on here?”

That plump man had been stunned because of Wendy‘s sudden heart attack, but he came back to his senses upon hearing the housekeeper‘s sharp voice.

“I‘m sorry, boss. I slipped and fell just now...”

The housekeeper looked around to evaluate the situation. He then looked out the window and glanced at the overalls the plump man was wearing. He now had a rough idea of what had just happened.

“Didn‘t your company train you before you came here?” he barked. “And to think that you‘ve caused such trouble on such an important occasion… Can you even afford the consequences if something happens to Mrs. Ford and Madam Ford?!”

The housekeeper‘s attitude was vastly different from the way the two women had reacted. Being put in charge of the entire operation within the Ford Manor, it was also his subordinate who was responsible for hiring the maintenance workers there. Thus, if any problem occurred due to the fault of the workers, the person who ultimately had to answer would be him.

It was unsurprising then that he was especially stern with the plump man.

“Who‘s your supervisor?” the housekeeper demanded.“ At the rate they‘re going, I wonder if they‘re even qualified for their job! You were paid a lot so you could repair, not break in through the window and give people a scare!”

The plump man‘s face reddened instantly. Hę was already injured, to begin with, and bloodstains still covered his

face. Now, the housekeeper‘s severe admonition distressed him so much that he couldn‘t even raise his head.

“Excuse me…”

Stella tried to interrupt the housekeeper as she could not watch it going on any longer.

“Leave it,” Wendy whispered, grabbing her arm to stop her. “Let the housekeeper do his job. He‘s much more experienced than you. He knows exactly how to handle it.”

Just after she spoke, heavy footsteps were heard approaching from the door.

“Wendy!” Chris had hurried here as soon as he heard what had happened. “Are you okay?”

He rushed to Wendy‘s side, looking deeply distraught. Grasping her shoulders, he looked at her anxiously.

“Are you still in any sort of discomfort?” he asked. “ Should we go to the hospital?”

“No,” Wendy shook her head and told him, “I‘m fine. Just get all these people away for now. Don‘t let this disrupt Father‘s party...”

Though it was not that big of a deal, if the news of her heart attack blew out of proportion, she might just be accused of trying to hog all the attention:

Chris understood her line of reasoning very well, and seeing that she was much better, he nodded and reassured her, “Don‘t worry. I‘m the only one who knows about this.”

Wendy stared fixedly at him, unsure if his undisguised concern for her was all genuine. Suddenly, all her resentment for him was mixed with a new litany of other emotions.

This mixed bag of feelings perplexed her.

Chris paid no attention to Wendy‘s changing emotions because he noticed that Stella was still beside them.

“Are you hurt?” he asked out of politeness.

Stella shook her head.

She glanced at the plump man. She wondered if it was just her mind playing tricks on her, but for some reason, she had a feeling that that man had been staring at her from the moment he broke into the room.

Yet every time she looked at him, the man would instantly look away.

The gut feeling made her hair stand on end. She could only hope that she had been overthinking.

For the time being, the room was unsuitable for anyone to stay in, let alone Weston and Stella. The housekeeper sent the people away while Chris took Wendy back to their room.

Weston only heard of what had transpired after it was all over. He returned to the room only to find Stella cleaning and rearranging her pots.

He strode in, grabbed her wrists, and made her put the things in her hands down.

“Let other people do it,” he told her. “I wanted you to stay in the room to rest, not busy yourself with these chores.”

Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 988 Weston made Stella stand up.

She glanced at her potted plants destroyed by the man who fell in earlier and became somewhat distressed.

“The soil is full of broken glass…” she grumbled.

“Let others deal with it.”

Weston‘s eyebrows twitched when he saw that she was about to clean up the soil with her bare hands. With a much sterner voice, he told her, “Stop. You‘ll hurt your hands.”

He forbade her from doing anything else and pulled her away.

“Did you get hurt just now?”

“No,” she shook her head. “I didn‘t.”

She then paused to think before asking, “Does your mom have a heart disease?”

“Yeah,” he answered briefly, casting his eyes down at her. “She‘s had it for many years.

“We‘ll move to another room,” he told her as he led her to the bathroom. “Someone will come and move our stuff later. Right now, you should wash all the dirt off your paws.”

Weston was a notorious neat freak. In fact, he was almost at his limit when he had to suppress his revulsion while holding her dirty hands.

“These aren‘t paws,” Stella muttered with a pout. “These are my hands…”

He chuckled and placed her hands beneath the faucet before washing them meticulously. The metal wash basin was lavish, and the gray countertop was spotless. This choice of color gave the room a chic atmosphere while not looking too cold and impersonal . Stella‘s hands were milky white, making her skin look as delicate as jade. The peach fuzz on the back of her hand and the flush of pink on the exposed fleshy parts of her fingers starkly contrasted against the dark gray backdrop, making her skin look exceptionally translucent and exquisite.

“Stella…” Weston stood behind her, almost encircling her within his arms. His lips were right next to her ear when he softly murmured in a hoarse voice, “How is it so fair, hmm?”

He was referring to her skin.

Stella turned her head slightly away, trying to avert from his touch. But no matter how she tried to evade him, he still caught up to her, with his hot breath filling the crook of her neck.

“And so, so tender…” he murmured before planting kisses from the back of her ear to her cheek. “You smell divine.”

“Weston…” Stella remained relatively clear–headed. “It‘s still early. It‘s not even dark outside…”

Weston was a stoic man who had always kept his feelings and emotions concealed. Only when he was in bed would he say such sweet and tender words to her. He was especially generous with praise when he was ablaze with desire.

He had always been captivated by her body. He didn‘t just love her skin, but he even adored her feet.

Whenever his passion was at its peak, the praises he lavished on her far exceeded these…

And they always made Stella blush to the roots of her hair. She would sometimes be so flustered by his words that no matter how exhausted she was from their lovemaking , she would still try to cover his mouth with her trembling hands so that he would stop talking.

“Does that mean,” Weston chuckled and teased her by twisting her words, “that you‘d be okay if we do this after dark?”

As he spoke, he interlaced his long fingers between hers. The sensation of their rubbing knuckles created shockwaves; it was as if an electrical spark passed

through them as they touched. He was only washing her hands, yet he managed to arouse an ardently erotic sensation inside her. Her knees were now weak. She could only lean back against his chest and moaned, “Weston…”

Her voice was sultry and smooth as silk as his name lingered on her lips for much longer than usual.

Weston knew that she was at her limits. If he kept on teasing her, her eyes would redden, and she wouldn‘t be able to handle it.

“We‘re done,” he said. “Your hands are clean now.”

He slowly let go of her and grabbed a paper towel to wipe her hands dry.

“Your fingernails are getting quite long,” he commented. “Isn‘t it time to trim them?”

He always paid extraordinary attention to her body. Nothing, not even the tiniest detail, could escape his notice.

“They are quite long indeed,” she replied as she glanced at them, “but they‘re not so long that they get in the way.”

Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 898

Ben was already waiting for Weston in the office with a stack of documents in hand, ready to accompany him to the meeting, when he was signalled to wait outside as Weston continued his phone call.

“I don‘t think this is up for discussion, Grandpa. If the Cohen family still insists, let them come straight to me.”

“Weston,” Warren sighed. “I completely understand you. If I were in your shoes, I wouldn‘t agree to it myself … but regardless of everything that‘s happened, Guinevere is still Zack‘s mother. No matter how much resentment you harbor for each other, we must never do anything that could sever our ties with the Cohens, do you understand? Besides…”

Warren paused and turned to look at Stella before adding, “All the gossip and news of your scandals have turned our family into a laughing stock. We‘ll have to maintain our reputation this time. We‘ll just let Guinevere attend the wedding, that‘s all. We‘ll make sure that she stays in a secret corner that no reporters would ever find.”

Weston fell silent for a long while. He stared at a spot on the wall, where a dull, throbbing pain nudged his temples. He closed his eyes. He knew his grandfather very well. He knew that if he didn‘t agree with him now, he would simply find other ways to get what he wanted. He might even drag Stella in…

That was the last thing Weston wanted to happen.

“Okay,” he replied after some consideration. “But you must keep her in a quiet corner. Stella must never know that she‘s there.”

Stella clearly heard each and every word.

Warren turned to her and saw an “I knew this would happen” look written across her face.

Stella said nothing. Her face turned exceedingly pale and she clenched her fists, which had been resting on her knees.

He agreed? He actually agreed to such an absurd request?!

Warren revelled in her reactions. He was satisfied now. This was just as he had planned.

He had always known that Stella never wanted to marry Weston in the first place, but he feared that she might still hesitate to leave Weston‘s side completely.

What if she suddenly changed her mind and decided she wanted to be with him?

Warren would never let that happen. That was why he had to make Stella understand that Weston would never completely give Guinevere up or refuse her requests.

He wanted her to realize that, although the marriage between Weston and Guinevere was now canceled, the bond between them still existed, and Guinevere would forever be a part of Weston‘s life no matter what.

Warren believed that being the smart woman she was, Stella understood that such a life would never make her happy.

He had to extinguish even the slightest trace of feelings that Stella had for Weston.

“Is there anything else, Grandpa?”

Weston was completely unaware of the happenings at the other end of the line.

“No,” Warren replied, pleased that he got what he wanted. “You can go to your meeting now.”

The call then ended.

“Mr. Ford.” Ben walked into the office and handed Weston the day‘s schedule.

As Weston went through it, he told Ben, “Add Guinevere Cohen‘s name to the wedding guestlist.”

“What?” Ben was startled. He couldn‘t believe what he had just heard.

“She said she wants to attend the wedding,” explained Weston.” So I‘ll grant her wish.”

“But…” Ben was perplexed. Knowing about the turmoil brewing between Weston, Stella, and Guinevere, wouldn‘t it be ridiculous for Guinevere to attend the wedding?

Then he thought of the phone call just now…

“Was it Mr. Warren‘s request?” Ben asked.

There could only be one explanation for this. Guinevere was probably so desperate that she forced her parents to ask for Mr. Warren Ford‘s help as he was the only one who could pressure

Weston into doing something.

Weston made no reply, but his silence was clear enough for Ben to guess what was happening.

Ben sighed.

“But wouldn‘t this be unfair to Mrs. Ford?”

Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 990 Once the staff had moved everything upstairs, Stella immediately closed the door.

Within a quarter of an hour, the extremely efficient crew had cleared up the old room and moved everything to the new room upstairs.

The Ford Mansion was so massive that it contained hundreds of rooms. Because of Weston‘s obsession with cleanliness, he would never stay in a room that had been used before.

Luckily, very few had ever been to the upper floors of the Ford Mansion. The suites there were also brighter and more spacious than the ones below.

The potted plants were arranged on the balcony of the new room just as they were previously. Stella walked over to the oleander plant, kneeled down, and carefully observed it.

Some promising flower buds had already shown themselves. After tonight, they would all be in full bloom.

With that in mind, she plucked one, careful not to touch the moist sap on it, and calculated how many she would need to have enough poison to kill an adult.

How many she would need to kill a man.

Although the room was resplendent with light, the spot Stella kneeled at seemed to be blanketed in darkness.

She knelt there quietly, darkness slowly eroding her petite figure.

From the outside, nothing about her seemed out of sorts. It was as if she had already accepted the situation she found herself in.

But no one knew how much misery she had been concealing inside.

Dr. Quirk was right. Her psychological problems had worsened to a point where she could not control herself, to a point only revenge that would lead to death could give her peace of mind. She closed her eyes, recalling the words Weston uttered just moments ago.

That overbearing, controlling man He wouldn‘t even let these plants off the hook. He would punish her even for this.

He would ruin her whole life.

He would stamp out all the hope she had left.

None of the commotion that happened affected Warren Ford.

Soon, it was time for dinner. Weston went upstairs to fetch Stella himself, perhaps because he was concerned.

Stella ended up not getting much rest. When Weston entered the room, he found Stella reading a script on the sofa. He frowned as he walked up to her. “Are you still planning to be an actress?” Stella put the script aside, leaned her face against his waist, and shook her head. “I was only reading it to pass the time.”

She raised her head and looked up into his eyes. They were inky black, like the surface of the turbulent sea where a storm was brewing. No one could ever guess the emotions he was hiding behind those eyes.

“Didn‘t you want me to spend less time with those pots?” she asked softly. “That‘s why I decided to do something else… to spread out my energy on different things…”

Weston‘s initially wanted her to spend her time on him, not for her to do other things. But still, since she was so obedient, he was willing to overlook such a trivial mistake. In fact, he even felt satisfied because she actually listened to him and tried something he wanted her to do.

“If you had that much energy to spread out, I don‘t mind helping you expand it.”

He spoke in a meaningful tone, clearly trying to imply something specific.

Knowing exactly what he meant, Stella grasped his clothes tightly.

Weston noticed how her body stiffened up, and he

chuckled. He patted her head and told her, “Don‘t worry. I won‘t do it right now. I‘m not that foolish, you know.”

Stella relaxed a little once she heard that.

“Let‘s go downstairs,” she said. “If we‘re late, we‘ll keep Grandpa waiting.”

Stella walked down the stairs to the grand hall. When they got there, many had not arrived yet. They had come early to take their seats in advance.

Wealthy and prestigious families like the Fords paid great attention to etiquette. When the time came for dinner to start, Warren Ford would make sure he was the last to arrive, fashionably late.